Read I Can See Your Combat Power Novel

1 Chapter 1: I Seem to Have a Fake Golden Finger
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Xiehe, Longzhou, Xiling City

“Oh my, the Pride of the Tang Clan really does live up to his title, even attracting Martial Saint Mountain to come to Xiling to bring him into the mountain gate. Truly, he is the glory of Xiling.”

“Right? A matchless genius who managed to cultivate from an ordinary person to the Mortal Realm in just three years. The little master of the Tang Family has made a name throughout Xiling.”

Listenting to two drunkards singing praises nearby, Mizhu thought about the spectacle Tang Family had set up to welcome Martial Saint Mountain, and the embarrassing reveal of the Innate Hollow Body by Bu Xiao, who was the direct descendant of Martial Saint Mountain. Scoffing at it, he downed his cup of wine and then blurted out:

“What bullshit, he barely managed a draw with a mere child from Martial Saint Mountain. After the battle, he fell from the Mortal Realm back to the Mortal State. Could Martial Saint Mountain still take a liking to this Hollow Body?”

His vibrant voice made the whole tavern go silent, but it was his words that truly stunned the crowd and made many want to stand up and give this foul-mouthed drunkard a lesson.

Yet, as soon as they got up, they saw Mizhu’s seemingly laughing, yet not, face adorned with martial arts attire embroidered with the character ‘Mi’ and promptly sat back down in their chairs.

The Mi Clan’s warriors, famed as the Tang Family, over some drunken words? Forget it.

Mizhu glanced around the now silent tavern, feeling highly satisfied.

Ever since the Tang kid completed foundation building and started practicing martial arts, the whole of Xiling has been singing praises of the glorious feats of the Tang kid as if the Mi Clan, which has a reputation on par with Tang Clan, was defeated by the kid.

This time when the Tang Clan lost face, the people from the Mi Clan were elated. The young Mi Clan members who had witnessed the duel yesterday scolded the “Glory of Xiling” clamorers whenever they had the chance, giving them a reality check.

Tang Luo is no genius, he just has an Innate Hollow Body that can’t retain spiritual energy. This came from Bu Xiao, the direct descendant of Martial Saint Mountain. Although Mizhu didn’t quite understand how an Innate Hollow Body could cultivate to the peak of Mortal Realm, the people from Martial Saint Mountain had broad knowledge. Could they be wrong?

“It’s not some Innate Hollow Body, it’s just that my body has some issues.” Tang Luo looked helplessly at his mother, who was already at the verge of tears, clutching his arm, and explained for the hundred and first time.

It’s infuriating, boss, my Golden Finger has a defect.

Tang Luo wasn’t a native of Xiling City, at least not when he was born. He was born with another set of memories. A beautiful cerulean blue planet, an ancient kingdom, a 5000-year-old civilization vividly in his eyes.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary young man, grew up in an ordinary family, and had a girlfriend who he didn’t love deeply but was comfortable with.

Nevertheless, Tang Luo had a much better fortune in this life.

The Tang Clan is one of the biggest clans in Xiling, one word to describe it: rich!

Life is good being a young master, at least that’s what the nonchalant Tang Luo once thought.

until he saw his father, Tang Sen, punch through an artificial mountain

show, right? Where’s

his mouth widely in

turns out, this continent was different. Martial artists can fly into the sky, burrow into the ground, and move

point, how could he not

determining the importance of a good start early in life, refusing to lose at

enthusiasm that’s greater than studying for a college entrance examination, the young Tang Luo plunged headlong into the vast ocean of martial

by the age of ten and began formally practicing his family’s martial arts,

sounds intimidating, it is just a Profound-Grade martial art technique that can only be cultivated to the Fierce Realm. Having acquired a second life, one cannot just stop at the Fierce Realm. Thus, Tang Luo has

priority is cultivation aiming to breakthrough the Fierce

through to the King Realm, he would help the Tang Family to become the number one clan in Longzhou.

his confidence in saying these was not just because of the self-confidence he gained from

a world where bloodlines abound and there are countless prodigies, getting a second chance doesn’t really give one an

the Golden Finger, Tang Luo thought, grinning from

life was

the universe, he

a void universe. No one has a ball-like star spinning slowy inside with numerous profound lines engraved on it. Isn’t this the meteorite that

Dantian had changed, the daring Tang Luo still went ahead with his normal cultivation, drawing the spiritual energy of the universe into his

and his pleasant surprise came. It was such that it could not be

the body with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth

created a myriad of techniques,

can one truly reach the next realm, but at each stage, there is a limit to

if you use top-tier skills, the amount of spiritual energy a mortal

go through a long period of accumulation to help you break the shackles

was different from others in that the spiritual energy he absorbed, after being processed by the

the peak of the Mortal Realm and began to accumulate the spiritual

remarkable because even in Zhongzhou, a central continent,

a peerless genius, and Tang Luo’s fame spread throughout Xiling, even reaching

discuss with the Tang Clan, considering whether

the strong, the most talented ones are always

should be known to the entire city, as if it would be a stealthy journey in bright clothing if they didn’t. Word quickly spread throughout the city that Tang Family had clung to the big leg of Martial Saint Mountain

to mention, the Tang Clan had arranged a grand event on

congratulatory voices echoing endlessly, everything was going smoothly, almost unbelievably

Xiling and tied with the young disciple of Martial Saint Mountain in a

problem arose when the depleted spiritual

focusing on his cultivation and had never experienced real combat before. The absence of regenerating spiritual energy was